Book of Revelation movie review

Three masked women drug a lead male dancer and have their way with him for a few weeks. When they finally dump his sorry ass, he whimpers like a little bitch.

Needless to say, I loved this mainstream Femdomme flick.

But what kills me about it, is that when this bloke goes back to his life, he can't explain what happened to him. His live-in dancer girlfriend thinks he went on some fling. He tries to tell the cops what happened: "A friend of mine was abducted by three women." They all start laughing, "Poor bastard."

The women wear these sexy custom black masks with optional mouth pieces with robes to disguise their identities. They keep him chained up. One woman deeply scratches him down his back, leaving four bloody trails. They make him piss himself. They make him masturbate; when he refuses, they put his ankle in his vise and threaten to break it. When he pisses them off, the leader comes to him in the middle of the night: "Sorry to wake you" and out comes the olive oil and a large purple dildo. They make him dance for them.

When asked why, one masked woman simply says, "Because you're beautiful."

I laugh hysterically.

FemDomme and Foot Fetish: The Early Years

For some reason, lately, I've been thinking back to early encounters of the kinky kind. I'm always getting asked about how I began, and you can find a few answers here or there, but really, when I think back, I remember this is always how things were--dominance came naturally to me.

I recall spending time with a group of new friends in college. We were at a grocery store and one of the boys mentioned how good he was a foot massages. In fact, he loved to give them! Well, I instructed him right then and there to prove it. He artfully unbuckled my sandal (I am still, after many years impressed with this) and took my tender, well-pedicured foot in hand.

He was good. He was very good. He was so good I could barely keep composure as he massaged my foot in the middle of the grocery store. I think I leaned heavily against his broad shoulders, but eventually made him kneel so I could sit on his leg and most properly enjoy the foot massage he was giving me.

We all find each other. He had consciously or perhaps unconsciously been admiring my pretty feet and strong will, and as soon as I realized his proclivities, I seized the opportunity.

Now, I'm not saying that I love to dominate and order around all men, but if I can't, I'm just not sure what to do with you.